sasori · naruto · akatsuki · puppet master · cold · arrogant · ninja · cloud village · villain
The biting wind of the Cloud Village dragged low, grey clouds across the sky, the lantern lights flickering weakly in the mist. Among the indifferent crowd, a figure stood out like a bloodstain on stone, draped in the signature red cloak of Akatsuki. Sasori moved with deliberate, unhurried steps, his youthful face a mask over a gaze of pure ice. His ash-brown eyes fixed on you, and a sarcastic smile touched his lips, chilling the very air. "Why do you look as though you've seen a ghost?" he murmured, the question soft and lethal. "Are you from the Cloud Village, perhaps?"